Were you at the mall today?" I froze. Did he recognize me?"Why?" I answered, my voice cracking even more."I thought I saw your car fly out of the mall... lot. Couldn't tell if it wasyou, though." I started to breathe again."I was there. I had to get home in a big hurry." I needed an excuse. "My Momwas cooking dinner and I was late." Oh." he replied. "So what are you up to tonight? How 'bout we go out huntinfor chicks?" Huntin for chicks. Oh yeah. Right now, I am a chick."I think I'll pass." I. “Just what would looking after clients mean?” I asked. He looked me in the eyes “making sure clients are well looked after”.The penny dropped. You want me to be a prostitute?” I said, rather horrified. “No” he replied “you would an escort. Dining with them, sight-seeing, that sort of thing. But if it lead to more that would be up to you my dear” he said. I sat stunned. Here was I sitting in a public area being offered a job as an escort. I guess he could see I was shocked. He gave me his card.. Johnson," I replied."Just some milk then please, Miss Becci," Mr. Johnson replied.I smiled at him calling me Miss Becci. It reminded me of a love story that Barbara Cartland would write, where the hero was always tall, dark and handsome and the heroine was always a poor girl who had suffered in life from birth until the hero of the story arrived on the scene. I wondered if Mr. Johnson was regarding himself the hero! My knight in shining armor, rescuing me from the evil clutches of my brother!"I. IVETTE KNOWS FROM MY STORIES A LOTSO SHE SHOWS UP AS SHY SCHOOL-GIRLSHE WEARS WHITE BLOUSE SHORT SKIRTIVETTE HAS A SURPRISE FOR ME IN STOREWHAT DO YOU THINK SHE'S WEARING MORESHE MUST HAVE READ MANY MY STORIES...!_____________________________________________________________________________IVETTE PROMISES OUR DEAR READERS SHE WILL SEE TO IT: EXPECT NEXT ONE SOON_____________________________________________________________________________COPYRIGHT CLAIM BY PROFESSOR POET-PETER AT 'A.A.A.A.',.